Wrinkled grey woman
Wanes even as she waxes, time
As balls of yarn, un-
Ravels as she
Spins.
Stories, multiple histories...
Crystal star-collared calico in
a patch of sun poised;
Ready to - Pounce – while one
Gold-rimmed eye languidly
Blinks.
The tail snaps;
Motion-blurred furplosion
paws and claws and -
The balls roll once again.
Somewhere a cat
Scratches in his böx -
and doesn't.
Possibly, a super-
Centenarian and her
Precious, have skeined
something revolving around
cosmology.
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